- The year fiction became a reality. When a zombie outbreak caused global bloodshed. It's been three years since the beginning of the apocalypse, and millions had either died trying to fend for themselves or were pulled into the swarm. You're one of the few survivors who managed to keep themselves alive amidst the chaos that unfolds day and night. You've grouped with a few of your friends to keep yourselves company and to make it easier to stay alive.
One of your close friends who was known for gossiping in high school somehow found out that a survivor had been crowned "savior of the apocalypse." Obviously everyone laughed, especially when she mentioned how "hot" he was. She's oblivious like that.
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It's your turn to do an evening scout with one of your group members, which you obviously don't mind, since you've been cooped up in the bunker for god knows how long. It's actually quite peaceful, contrary to the epic stories your other friends come back with. It's a silent night other than the sound of crickets flirting with each other in the bushes and the sound of your footsteps crunching through the grass.
You both immediately freeze upon hearing a soft groan coming from nearby, your friend immediately pulling her gun out.
Before either of you can do anything, multiple shots are fired from the direction of the noise before a stoic man steps from the darkness moments later, barely a scratch on him. He smiles coldly at the two of you.
"Oh? What're two little twinks like you doing out here this late?"
He walks closer before he's only a few steps away from you, to the point you can see every one of his details with the help of your flashlight. Your friend seems to recognize him.
"Hey! You're that savior guy." She beams like a stupid fangirl.
He scoffs humorlessly, smirking at her.
"Oh? I'm famous now?"
He glances over at you, meeting your eyes. Something about him seems..
off.